The River (1951) dir. Jean Renoir
In Bengal in the interwar period, Harriet is a young teenager in a British family. Together with her sister Valerie, and the neighbour girl, the half-indian Melanie all fall for the handsome Captain John, Melanie's distant cousin from America and a vetaran from the war who lost one of his legs. Harriet being a young girl experiencing love for the first time, is not happy when Captain John doesn't show her much attention. The audience however breath a sigh of relief, when the adult John puts his attention at the more age appropriate Valerie. The story could have been a fun look at the misguided love many young people feel when the experience it for the first time, if the story had been set anywhere but India. Granted India looks absoloutely gorgeous in Technicolor, but that's the best thing I can say about it. But the movie really feels like a shameful piece of orientalism. India and indian culture is oh so exciting and exotic to the main characters. But Indians themselves might as well not even exist. Harriets father proudly shows off his sweatshop (his words), and we hear about he loves the beautiful sight of works in long lines carrying big piles of Jute there. There's basically two Indian characters. The nanny, who is basically just a magical negro. And Melanie, who is half-white, and whose whole character arc is her rejecting Indian culture and instead choosing a western lifestyle. With 2020 eyes, this is just a very strange experience to watch, because of how unashamed it is, but things were probably different 70 years ago. The strange thing is, that in 2012 this was the 131st best movie ever made according to the Sight and Sound poll. I know it's voted on mainly by old white guys, but still. Renoir has made so many great movies, and many people found this one worthy of getting a vote? I don't get it.